Birds are singing so beautifully this morning. And light is spilling onto the horizon. A groggy mist of lavender love... My friend the Oak reaches for the sky. Quiet, but for the woods, we wait for the sun...
Maybe I'll find my shoes and take my tripod into the back field this morning. See what I can see... Wild blackberry brush is full of red fruit. & dozens of birds watched sunrise with me. None would pose for a photo. But the sun did kindly...
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